a very boring post about the longest week ever, part MCMXLVII

For one and a half hours today my ears weren't ringing. But now they are. It was supremely quiet without the ringing.

I sat down to check my email, and heard an alarming scritch-scritch in the floor vent next to the computer. Then my ears started ringing, and I have resolved to not worry about what is causing the scritch-scritch. Not that the felines would actually do anything about it, should it be not a cat.

Miss O is still home. Yesterday was a snow day, although there was really not that much snow to warrant a whole entire day off, so possibly it was just a general Ah, The Weather's Sort Of Crappy And The Superintendent Is Out Of Coffee At The Office Day Off, Who Wants To Go To School Anyway? One may never know. I'd have kept her home, regardless of the weather, because she has one of THOSE coughs. Hacking, abrasive, exhausting... general badness, if you ask me. And that is why she's home today.

For the record, she is VERY ANGRY AND MOVING TO GRANDMA'S BECAUSE GRANDMA WOULD LET ME GO TO SCHOOL.

Alrighty then.

I could tell you how much prescription medicine I'm on, and how much over-the-counter drugitos I'm on, but you'd just nod your heads and say, Hmmm. Well, that's what happens when you catch the death. And I'd say, Yep, you're right. And that's not much fun, now, is it?

I would like you to know that I did actually have something to say when I sat down to post, and now it's all gone.

My head is fuzzy. (name that movie)

Oh, wait.... I've started receiving solicitations from clever folks who are interested in guest posting during the Great April Hiatus of Birth. Let me know if you'd like to join Jen as an esteemed guest poster.

I need to sedate the children and take a nap.